American naturalist and writer, Henry David Thoreau,
left society for a cabin in woods to live simply and solo.
He hunted arrowheads, wrote essays, poetry and philosophy.
A leading transcendentalist was America’s first hippy.
I don't remember how it all began.
Was I chasing happiness, or running from sorrow?
I lived in constant battles,
gripped by things I could not control.
And in the middle of it,
a candlelight held up the words: strength and truth.
For a while I cupped that flame in my hands
until the light thinned and went out.
Then darkness came, and I lost my way.
But I am still here,
kept alive by the last word I saw
before the light left my flesh and soul.
My spirit still lives inside those words:
strength and truth.
Hampshire natives are known as hogs.' That follows they're cops must be pigs?
Wow this is something else.' Two were
Called ti a disturbance, someone was
Stabbed hardly conscious and bleeding
They cable tied the lad, Henry Novak got
Arrested and cautioned, then dragged; on
The ground, all on view this cannot be found sound.' Its not the way to police the
Streets.' As they assisted in his killing really,
after
He was stabbed by a sikh, i gather with the
Ritual knife, ostentiously just for ritual
show
This scene is rife.' P C assisted murder.? Its
Really torn up the books.' What more to think in this land of pc.' Where the just are
Punished, and perpetrators.? Well too often
They just go free.'
Henry Winkler was the Fonz on Happy Days.
Mister tough guy and"Ayyy!" was his favorite phrase.
With his leather jacket and girls on his lap, he was the coolest dude.
Now, an old man with a warm, fuzzy, and funny attitude.
Henry McCarty (1859 – 1881)
a.k.a, Kid Antrim – ca. 1876
a.k.a., William H. Bonney – ca. 1877
Of Irish ancestry
New York-born
orphaned at 15
from his family shorn
repeatedly asking '¿Quién es?'
around midnight 14th July 1881
entering Maxwell's bedroom
their mutual friend but Billy without a gun
in Fort Sumner where by Pat Garrett
(1850 - 1908)
take my word I kid you not
age 21 sadly Henry the outlaw
in the chest was badly shot
for reputedly killing nine men
but for the posted bounty of $500
it took the Sheriff 369 days to collect
the reward promised by Governor Wallace
(1827 – 1905)
Henry Houston hilarious hippie
Known to party hearty get tipsy
But last night
Lost bar fight
Because he got proud and lippy
Shy Henry is hung like a horse
The ladies love him of course
Little did they know
He prefers a beau
Day late and a dollar short
Raise my butts voice to signal dismissal
In the congregation of adversaries to blow the night whistle
Raise my butts trumpet in its entirety
In order to grant grace unto genuine liberty
For You are my never failing stir--
The reliable and blindly open demur
Fit in my butts to sit down in peace
And relax in grace even in the face of tease
Fit in my butts to learn more of treasure
And fight beyond possiblity off pleasure
For You are my reason behind my mind's cage
Dating fun and scope's limitations to age
Set up for the next class at will my butts
To view no more from the angle of my nuts
Set up the classic raiding crusade for my buttocks
To sit not cowardly in the earth and heaven barracks
For You are the charges deposited in my ability
Before thee-- thou creepy and shady civility
In the midst of the past glory
Let my butts not sit in its story
In the light of troubling care
Let my butts learn of no fear
For You are my standing Warrior
Against life's irresistible barrier
Your seat
Suffers no defeat
Either to the elites
Or to logical retreats
Days Bible foretold
Won't be withhold
By anyone's trying clue
The exact time to be true
In flesh, even sages are misguided
How pan-Africanism; ever divided
Make us know violence and hate
Yet, our knobbed path seems straight
While we were once whole
Guilty we don't take to soul
But now that right seems sleepy
Left turns hearts care weepy
Days are driven by surprises
The root cause of which is surmise
Oh Lord on Your seat do rise
To make fool of the wise
Amen!
I cannot remember the exact day
Though it wasn't that long ago to note
When I get home to tighten up my say
Like I wouldn't have said that rote
But I haven't been able to change it
Slippery airstream brings it without permit
Teach my tongue
Not always the usual song
When unseen is not able
Let hearty praises be stable
Story may not win hearts
Words are very core to arts
What inspirations sought
Define what minds fought
But often, muses are ÀBÍKÚ
Though words remain àìkú
Teach my words ever young
To never be old unsung
When light heals quickly, time
Let darkness dare its worth to the prime
Hero don't just fight
To show his might
But for a dream
Beyond self-esteem
To redeem his call
Even it takes him to fall
Teach my nozzle
Firing and causal
To view in smell
The aroma heaven shell
A newborn; I a newborn
Everyday's cool wordsbourne
Whose stories are often reared
In blissful nature's style sneered
For body to feed into mind for soul
Allowing new character be made whole
Teach me to use
Not only to deduce
By tongue to also pronounce
And authoritatively do denounce
Train my tongue
Words are ever young
Train my words
Before they fly out birds
Train my airstream
Before reality seems a dream
Train my smell
Time dates hell
Make me able more than my being
To keep believing in the whole green
White not left out even though we cry
Yet manna don't rain from the sky
Suffering as a messenger not guilty
But made a fool despite his active acuity
How will we pray for our leaders?
When we have become mere readers
Making fun of our suffering
Praying fervently while battering
Is a senseless act, deceit birth
When only them live in safety and wealth
If praying for them is the key
Won't we prefer praying the retiree
For swimming in the cool Dead sea
Is non-negotiable to agree in DEMO decree
You are my sugar; lemon tastes bitter
But it smells sweet in sight; filming it bright
You gift me Your life in exchange for laugh
Your agony brings me fullness of joy
What sacrifice makes other things right
The one remembered; hearts embitter
Suffering so much than anyone on my behalf
Not even my girl unless I am made a playboy
Mother's day is going well right now
But if she can do such, I wonder how?
When life but world turns upside down
Won't denial come in joyful frown
But He is a true friend that never leave
Not even in time of sorrow, hope don't believe
The wonder in His grace dating love forever
Just that we prefer to be that clever
And if per chance, we got it made
To view wisdom's measure is our aid
Do forgive us and never give lemon
To let us see in wisdom, true demon
The fleshy muscle so relax
Whispers use at ease without pressure
Or charges unto words-- tax
Your tongue is of no man's measure
Yet you are man's owned refresher
When silence parades climax
That heartbeats live in tempting leisure
To save possible regrets in flashbacks
Your tongue has never been sour
To the night of Your belove
When in checks of his heart's dour
Strengthening his charged dove
Your tongue is sweetie
Everyone loves and wants it
That's a great meaty
Of a quest in thought missing hit
I do unconsciously stay
Conscious my own way
Whenever I sneeze amidst people
I wish I am alone in the steeple
One thing is been yet to be done
Another is of people's lively fun
That possibly arise
When intent despise
Nature's staged plainly quiet notion
Which sets legs in continuous motion
Call in its droplet
To be a part of it
Defined time is near
Not near but we fear
On faith to ascertainly lean back
Even though invisible is the black
Let it not just go
It has been long so
Let's make a bit more wide splash
Before flesh turns to destined ash
Truly, we know how sweet is dew
But we shouldn't mind to start anew
To sleep not
But fight hot
Not always at ease
Appealing appease
What battle of life is ever won in such?
Without feeling the best cold cry touch
My nozzle is a double barrel
Holding enough muses like Jarrel
Fighting inking clues raw
To silent possible arising time war
To win struggle in the face of peace
Is to the bow of poignant silence amidst emergency
Pledge for warm glowing reviewing tease
In darken pulse to ripple effective insurgency
Teach my lineaments to lament not
Either in cool cruelty or noisy discernment
Teach, oh teach me to be prudent and no hot
Either in comfort zone or in heart's troubled interment
Let the atmosphere whispers of her sigh
Whenever moon is late to appear up high
Let the men play with your hair and makeup
Whenever the phone isn't of any tracking blowup
Teach my lineaments be able bodied
As the night checks morning
so candied
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